All of a sudden, I started to miss you.

I miss you so much. I dreamed of you at a food stand, dining with your family and friends. I watched silently, far far away, holding a bowl filled with plain old chicken'n'rice:
Steamed rice, chicken breast torn into pieces, over-boiled chicken oil showering over above.

Just a cheap, ordinary cuisine, as common as an old shoe.

But the scent, the aroma of the sparkling rice,
the pale white shredded light-colored meat,
and the oily, greasy fragrance steaming above.

They just never went away

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